Children of the Sun

throw Me a line...

California Sunflower blowing in the wind.

“Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same
The sea was red and the sky was grey
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake (watch out)

Seems that the wrath of the gods
Got a punch on the nose, and it started to flow
I think I might be sinking
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high…”

- Led Zeppelin, Going To California

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Oh California, California
I Am has come to warn ya
don't pack your bags and run away
now is the time to sow not stray

no seeds of dissension
running amok of the tension
And generations up in embers
His love will be our great defender 

Oh take us Lord, lift us straight and high
where ocean meets the tranquil sky
ascending our people out of despair
from aching California love affairs

We wonder where her golden went
in the tor-ment of their well well-meant
mountains of joy, oceans and dreams
or are they as hard, hard as it seems?

Oh Israel and Gaza, what do we see?
unofficial deadlines of more ca-tas-tro-phe
Monday will come to those who wait
"I have a dream," anoints the world's fate

of ambitions so grand in the Father's hands
holding those dear in Abraham's land
Inheritors of life, it was His promise
burning the flames of doubting Thomas

Oh for every "one" good soul released
fifty terrorists will spread their peace
No cease of fires for the wicked
damage done, they are acquitted

Hunkered down in King's camps
speaking under magic lamps
the gale-force winds of lost souls
uncovering sagas, stories untold

Oh to the dog-dragging stoned on drugs
killers of pain and beguiled firebugs
Olympic feats cannot compete
with the com-pe-ten-cy of this defeat

And the light is shining in the caves
of concrete graves and captured slaves
noise of righteousness assurance
at the expense of their endurance

Oh California, pre-ce-dence of anti-law
do what you want, don't dare withdraw
dumpster fires, buildings burning
"loot them all!" the alarms are churning

This land of free and annoying wills
hike your garbage to her hills
cause this time when it truly matters
a fresh wind's coming to those who jabber

Oh "you'll get life," they proudly say
for stealins' no longer child's play
I'm going home to California
home to Israel to mourn-ya

Yeah, "The sea was red and the sky was grey
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake (watch out)"

This sinking gut punch to our nose
bloody and bril-li-ant-ly composed
twenty things of sub-ju-ga-tion
confused us in our own translation

Oh Children of the sun.. you declare
Bury your grievances in Holy prayer
'cause I Am the end of this eternal rhyme
ALL of Creation is duly Mine.

Throw Me a line
I'd like to reach you in time...



- Children Of the Sun 
by deborah t. hewitt

Today while the sun was setting in the garden.